#MOBILE.

[lucygraysboy]

“guess i’ll have to sleep with one eye open from now on. who knows what ideas you might come up with, right?” laughing, he likes to think that after almost two decades of knowing each other, nothing about her could ever truly freak him out. it’s strangely exciting, though. it feels almost as if they were reliving their childhood, getting to tease and taunt each other all day long. “now you’re implying my BOYhood is small, aren’t you?” he reaches for another shrimp, dipping it in the spicy sauce as amusement tugs at his lips. “well, lulu gray was. she was talkin’ about c’s and d’s, tryin’ to touch and kiss my BOYhood.” she’s bringing this upon herself, really. billy bites the shrimp in half and gauges lucy gray’s reaction to his words. that’s what she gets for calling his dick small and implying he’s gay. “billy bean. billby. you know, you’re the only person who can come up with these cute nicknames and make me like them. i’m happy to be your billy bean, birdie boo.” he uses a napkin to wipe his lips and fingers, thinking how she can make even the most ridiculous of nicknames sound adorable. it’s their love language. “well, alright, how would you feel if i started to imply you licked another girl’s GIRLhood, hm? nothin’ wrong with that.” folding his arms over his chest, he sighs and continues to frown. not that there’s something wrong with being gay, but for a straight man, such comparisons feel emasculating in a way. “well, i’m stickin’ to the hot one ‘cause, you know, i don’t plan on doin’ no butt stuff anytime soon,” he grumbles, even if his mouth and tongue are burning right now. he takes another sip of green tea, but it doesn’t really make him feel much better.

“but i said i DIDN’T. so guess what, i’ll be lookin’ to get you back now.” giving him an annoyed look before it morphs into a devious smile. “manhood…when did i call it that? but it might as well be called manhood. it sounds a lot better than the other names for it. or even THING.” thing makes it sound the way it looks… like a thing. “shhh, shut it down billy bean.” pressing a pointer finger to her lips, meaning his middle school jokes and laughter even if she’s still trying to fight a smile. “mmhm, i bet.” it’s a field trip to tease him, accuse him of stuff, when the reminder he’s not a virgin pops in her head irritates her secretly behind innocent brown eyes. an annoyed emotion hidden in mysterious hues. he’s not a virgin, because he went off doing it with other girls. so it feels relieving to taunt him to get her anger semi out by watching him blush and accuse him of things. at least that quickly kills the fluttery feeling in her chest, no matter how long his hand is on her cheek. it shouldn’t annoy her anymore, when she went and tried giving her body and soul to someone else herself. but— somehow that fact just makes her even more irritated, because it wouldn’t even happened in the first place if it wasn’t for him going his own way. “it does.” lucy gray calmly agrees, nodding and smiling gently to conceal her anger. “i love shrimpiesss.” giving a little singsong voice to make it more convincing, hand reaching for another one after leaving the end part on her plate.

[soulprompts]

THE SHOULDER TOUCH. ( A PROMPT LIST! )

i said i'd make them! i hope you enjoy these, and as always: DO NOT ADD, EDIT OR CLAIM THIS LIST AS YOUR OWN!

[ WAKEN ]: the sender touches the receiver's shoulder to waken them from a nap or sleep.

[ STILL ]: the sender places their hands on the visibly angry/upset receiver to try and restrain them.

[ STAY ]: the sender, noticing the receiver attempting to escape a meeting or a conversation, quietly rests a hand on their shoulder and pulls them back into their seat.

[ REST ]: the sender places a gentle but firm hand on a weakened/sick/injured receiver's shoulder to push them back into their bed to rest more.

[ PUNCH ]: the sender places a hand on the receiver to draw their attention away from another focus, and once they've turned around, the sender swings a punch at them in the moment of confusion.

[ PRIDE ]: the sender, having heard or seen the receiver successfully achieve a remarkable feat, places a hand on their shoulder to express their wordless pride in them.

[ HUG ]: the sender places their hands on the receiver's shoulders to yank them into a hug.

[ COMFORT ]: the sender, noticing a visibly upset receiver, solemnly moves to their side, and places a hand on their shoulder in an effort to comfort them.

[ SURPRISE ]: the sender, noticing an otherwise occupied receiver, moves forward silently and suddenly grabs their shoulder to startle them.

[ STUN ]: the sender, having been apart from the receiver for some time, makes an unexpected return and greets the unaware receiver with a hand on their shoulder.

[ TIDY ]: the sender reaches forward and lightly sweeps something from the receiver's shoulder.

[ WORRY ]: the sender grabs the receiver by the shoulders to take a good look at them for any sign of harm or injury.

[ ARM ]: the sender rests a hand on the receiver's shoulder, their arm draped around them in order to do so.

[ FOCUS ]: the sender, noticing the receiver has become distracted during a conversation, places a hand on their shoulder to redirect and focus their attention.

[ GOTCHA ]: the sender, noticing the receiver has unknowingly walked into the path of a source of danger, grabs them by the shoulder and hoists them back to safety.

[ PRAISE ]: the sender, having heard that the receiver has achieved great success in a task or accomplishment, gives them a proud pat and squeeze of the shoulder to convey their congratulations.

[ STEADY ]: the sender rests a hand on the shaken and panicked receiver's shoulder to steady and ground them.

[ CAUGHT ]: the sender plants a hand on the receiver's shoulder to stop them from fleeing a potential arrest or accusation.

[ DELIVER ]: the sender, about to deliver some bad news to the receiver, gently places a hand on the receiver's shoulder to stop them from running away from the bad news.

[ SHIELD ]: the sender catches hold of the receiver's shoulder and draws them back and away from a threat, pulling them behind them for their safety.

[ SOOTHE ]: the sender places their hands on the receiver's shoulders and begins to give them a massage.

[ LEVER ]: the sender, wanting to sit next to the receiver, places a hand on their shoulder to ease themselves to the space beside them.

[ HERE ]: the sender taps the receiver's shoulder to alert them to their presence.

[fruitiermetrostation]

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[helpingbro]

7 Ways to Break Your Phone Addiction

1. Stop charging your phone near your bed.

2. Get an actual alarm clock instead of setting the alarm on the phone.

3. Turn off your phone notifications.

4. Delete apps that are too addictive & not useful for you.

5. Set a clear intention for you're picking up your phone & put it aside as soon as you are done.

6. Try a phone- free day once a week.

7. Try going out to places nearby without your phone.

[soulrph]

this is a loving reminder that just because your character is set in a specific universe, doesn't mean they have to stay there. likewise, other people's muses might be originally based in a particular world, but that absolutely doesn't mean that they want to keep them in that world. the wonderful part of the rpc is that we actually don't need to take things so seriously! what does it matter if ted lasso woke up in the same universe as tony stark? does it really make any massive issue for us to put shrek and kaz brekker into the same thread? not at all! go wild! don't let the fictional boundaries of fictional franchises stop you from having fun! the purpose of the rpc is to have a good time with one another: we don't need to have a fully fleshed out reason for these characters to interact! we can just throw them together and see what happens! so go forth, have tons of fun, and don't let logic stand in the way of anything on this dash!

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[lucygraysboy]

“dovie. reva blue. lucy gray, you have a talent for finding the cutest names. besides, doves are gorgeous birds, very docile and intelligent so i don’t blame you for going with it.” billy certainly shares lucy gray’s love for nature and animals, and could talk about them for hours. “well, i’ll need a few rags, yarn for the hair, maybe some wool if we can get it or feathers to stuff it with?” or more rags. “buttons so that we can use them as eyes.” or whatever it was that her dolly’s face was made of. “oh, i get it now. is that why your middle name is gray? and this lovely lady’s is blue?” he points to the bear, smiling softly as the story makes him feel both warm and empty on the inside. “that dress really is something out of this world. i’ve never seen anything like it, not even when i was little, back at the capitol.” he doesn’t ask what exactly happened to her mama, sensing they share this ever-lasting, all-consuming kind of grief that only motherless children carry, wishing he could give her a hug but making no move for it. “how’d she lose the arm?” he asks quietly, as if the bear could overhear them and get her feelings hurt. “do your friends or family know you’re here? that you’re alive?” he doesn’t want to sound stupid and ask what THE COVEY is, and so he pretends to know everything. “billy taupe? taupe?” gray. blue. taupe. he finds it fascinating, wondering which district has such unique traditions. 12? 11? “why would my brother be jealous of your boyfriend?” their mother’s scarf. now this. billy lifts an eyebrow, curious about what exactly happened between the two. “i don’t have a lot in common with my father so i don’t think i’m truly a snow,” he insists, setting the cloth down and beginning to apply iodine to her wounds. “are you still cold?” he wants to take her mind off of the physical pain that she may be experiencing now, rubbing the disinfectant into her cuts but avoiding the bruises. not much can be done to help those. maybe he could put a cold compress on, help with the swelling, but he doesn’t want to make her shiver now that she should actually be warming up. “alright, can you keep your blouse like this for a moment longer? let it dry, alright?” he instructs, kneeling before her to take a look at her leg and managing to stifle a shriek by some miracle. oh, lord almighty, what happened to her. this one does look bad. he’s not a medic, but the redness around the gash and slight swelling bring to mind the beginning of a potential infection. “how’d this happen? did you fall?” he asks, concern brimming in his eyes as fingertips gently touch the edge of her wound, trying to see if the skin’s warmer here, figure out if something might be stuck there. sometimes all it takes is a speck of dirt or a splinter. “this must have been botherin’ you for a while, hm?”

“i did have a dolly, her hair was made out of yarn cause of course there wasn’t any means for a real doll even if we wanted one. it was one of the things that got left behind when our covey got pushed out of our last home by peacekeepers. all i have left of childhood toys is my mama’s bear she made for me, over yonder. sittin’ on the bed with a missin’ arm. reva blue the rainbow bear, or probably should be rainy bear now since she must not feel so fun anymore with no arm.” lucy gray frowns, “reva blue is her birth name, though. reva means rain and blue because rainbows start in bluer skies after the rain.” giving a little explanation, the bear is light brown with quilted rainbow ruffles sewed into her waist with a purple heart sewn onto her left foot, a yellow heart sewn into her right foot. her rainbow skirt is in better shape than hers, even if she’s took some wear and tear of her own with that missing arm. lucy gray thinks how she feels a lot like that bear, still trying to be colorful in these conditions because that’s the type of person she was born by heart as — staying relentlessly optimistic, but slowly officially losing her light. wearing her rainbow but becoming torn apart. “nice knowin’ how terribly biased an’ judgmental she is.” really— she’s shocked why coriolanus was even enamored by her for a few seconds. or how. since, she would figure he’s exactly like his grandma’am. thinks anyone other than capitol is the only worthy people in his mind. her mind is puzzled he could find anything attractive about her at all, since she feels like she should have been horribly ugly to him. how could he fake starry eyes and exchange kisses with her if he thought she was gross? but she should have been gross to him so her mind is burning trying to understand him even more. “of course. but one passed when i was younger and then the other i had that was livin’…i’m not sure anymore. we moved so often, but mamaw couldn’t just pick up and leave, so she stayed. i’m not sure if she somehow still might be there or she got rooted out too. or somethin’ else.” she could have died by now, that was a few years ago now. either way, the loss of so many family members weighs down heavily never knowing their fates. “well, that’s how people get you vulnerable. they pretend to fix things an’ be nice, but they can have killer motives behind it all.” lucy gray points out, placing the knife down on the bed while other hand is pulling loose the strings on her corset. “that’s interestin’.” thinking out loud, meaning his new name. william henry bonney. opening the door on the closet filled with pans and other miscellaneous things, she uses it as a cover. tugging the corset off, her long sleeve and then the ruffly multi colored skirt— throwing each of the pieces onto the bed. her hands dip down in her bag and pull out a soft lavender colored skirt and a white long sleeve with floral and butterflies on the front of the collar where it ties in the front and a tiny bow hangs down. wobbly legs step into the light purple skirt, feeling dangerously lightheaded before tugging on the shirt. closing the closet door back, she leaves her arms hanging out of the shirt, sleeves loosely hanging at her sides.

billy… brows creased at the familiarity. did he or dr gaul purposely choose the name billy to be even more twisted? she’s staring over at him like he fully offended her alone just by his name: billy. of course he offends her, because he must have remembered billy taupe. “there’s a scrape on my shoulder from tree limbs getting a hold of me takin’ it’s time healin’. and then there’s one like it on my leg, from scrapin’ it on a rock.” reluctantly sitting back down in front of him with that same scowl still on her face as she keeps dwelling on this name billy, there are scatters of bruises and cuts on her shoulders now that they’re bare not just the one she’s sugar coating on her left shoulder just because it’s a little more significantly different in size. the biggest though, is on on the inside of her upper leg where her knees meet. the second one that’s actually getting potential to set up for infection. moving her skirt until it’s bunched up in her lap, revealing the icky red scrape on her left leg starting above her knee and ending somewhere down the inner part of her upper leg.

[soulprompts]

send in " brushing of hands " to see the receiver's reaction to the sender gently and purposefully brushing their hand against the receiver's (not actually holding it, but sending clear signals that they would like to!)

[fruitiermetrostation]

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[corditeheart]

@mercdeleon | x

Time goes by.

She gets them a hotel room for a couple nights, which seems like a cautiously safe bet (and extracts a promise from the booking agent that she can extend it if necessary).

It's easier than being at the presidential palace, which Squall would probably hate. It's neutral ground.

She sends a few emails, gets someone to pull the Esthar PD reports on the shooting so far, and President Loire's medical records, peruses the limited information in the police report and the slightly more extensive medical info, and then she's got nothing else to do.

Xu sits. Stands. Crosses to the window of the waiting room, looking out at the city and the crowd that still seems to be growing below.

It seems like more effort than it's worth to go outside for a smoke, so she settles for crappy vending machine coffee, then a second, and a third. The fourth attempt eats her last coins, dispensing only a hiss of hot steam into an empty cup.

She swears under her breath, and smacks the side of the machine, trying to convince it to cooperate. It does not.

Fantastic.

A few hours ago, everything had been perfect. Or, at least better than that morning. Now, it's just sitting. Waiting. Letting midnight come and go-- at some point, Xu leans her head back against the wall, intending on closing her eyes for just a second.

It turns into another hour, only stirring when the door opens, low voices cutting into the solemn silence.